Keeping Grace

“It’s all yours, peaches,” he ground out. His husky voice washed over me.

I let my hands land on each of their chests, my fingers slowly trailing down Scott’s abs and skimming over his ribs. He groaned when I finally wrapped my hand around his thick girth. I couldn’t touch the tips of my fingers together. I smiled as his dick pulsed in my palm. I gave him a test stroke, and Scott’s eyes rolled back as he gave a small thrust into my hand.

I leaned forward and placed a kiss on his left pec. Then I repeated the same to Ty. When I stroked his shaft, he growled and stole another kiss from me. I had both cocks in my hands. I felt the power of being in control. It was amazing to know they were at my mercy.

I continued to stroke them both until Scott grabbed my wrist.

“If you keep doing that, this will be all over before the fun even begins.” He pulled my hand up and kissed the inside of my wrist.